She says president's killing marked the end of kids' carefree days.

    Note to readers: Times’ student staff writer Torrie Greer spoke to Gaye Wick at Crookston High School Thursday about the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy. Wick put her thoughts down on paper, and they appear here.

   I saw JFK in person September 25, 1963 in Grand Forks, N.D. It was a beautiful Fall day. the sun was shining on his gorgeous red hair. he was very charismatic! Seeing him only a couple of months before his death, made his assassination very real and hard for me.

November 22, 1963
    12:30 p.m. - JFK was assassinated. I was sitting in art class. The principal came over the intercom and said that the President had been shot. We didn't know at that time that he was dead. Everyone was crying, teachers and students. We all started praying. There was a sense of disbelief. This couldn't have happened. Shortly after this, we were told that the President had passed away. School was dismissed. Everyone hurried home to sit glued in front of our small black and white TVs We pretty much lived in front of those TVs for the next few days.

    This was the end of an era for my generation. We had grown up without a care in the world. We were sheltered and naive in many ways. With J. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, and Bobby Kennedy's assassinations, and Vietnam, our lives changed. We either grew up or we tuned out. Some of us worked for a better world, went to Vietnam, joined the Peace Corps, became productive citizens. Some of us turned to drugs, became flower children, picketed the Vietnam War. But all of my generation were changed that day.